Vete al Carajo |
Vete al Carajo I know of a bar, located behind a dank and filth-ridden alleyway somewhere in Tijuana, that exists solely for the purpose of forever drowing one's sorrows and depression in a deluge of ...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Wed, 04 Jan 2006 05:44:00 PST |
PLEASE READ THIS... |
WIN A CHANCE TO STALK DANNY IANNUCCI!!! You love Dan Iannucci...his husky New York accent, his amazing ability to offend beautiful young nubile women...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Sun, 11 Dec 2005 04:30:00 PST |
My Spanish Rose |
(originally posted for ConsumptionJunction.com)
Let's get one thing straight, folks. I'm a big fan of paying for the pussy, mainly for three reasons. It's convenient. It's easy. It's fun.
The best se...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:40:00 PST |
The Great Resurrecting Hippie |
(originally posted for ConsumptionJunction.com...)
Christianity has a built-in defense system: anything that questions a belief, no matter how logical the argument is, is the work of Satan by the very...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:36:00 PST |
Fuck Dying |
(originally posted for ConsumptionJunction.com)
So here I sit, aged 26, the specter of infamy and fortune creeping slowly behind me, whispering dark things into my ear. After all, 27 is only around th...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:34:00 PST |
The Anonymous Alcoholic |
(originally posted for ConsumptionJunction.com on June 26, 05)
Recently, while hunkering down on my favorite barstool at my local watering hole, somebody overheard me order my eighth Gin Buck and aske...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:31:00 PST |
Kicking And Screaming |
(originally written for ConsumptioJunction.com on July 16, 05)
After a long time gone, going back to the place where you were born and raised can be a kick in the teeth for some. For me, homecoming wa...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:29:00 PST |
4O1K |
i'm convinced
blue collar work is
for the talentless
and
the easily amused
i'd trade in my calloused
bruised, and sore
hands
for the complacently
womb-like bliss
that comes along
with th...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
High Noon |
I drove around all day
because thats what
work demanded
Lunch hour traffic and
a hundred thousand cars surrounded
me
"Fuck, it's hot!"
I screamed at the windows rolled up
so no one would hea...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Wrestling with Diana |
Open up wide, and let her spit in your mouth...
Saliva tasting like sticky sugar water and cigarettes, and a tongue as raspy and well-oiled as a band-saw, you'll find manna nestled somewhere in that ...
Posted by That Damn Yankee on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
